THE FINAL CHAPTER»
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AMERICA, NEW YORK CITY — NATIONAL HEALTHCARE HOSPITAL
Inside a private ward, a woman sat beside her daughter's bed, her head bowed as quiet sobs escaped her lips.
The young woman lying on the bed was none other than Thailra. A silver stone pendant still rested around her neck, while an oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth. Her body lay unnaturally still.
"Duncan…" she whispered faintly, almost inaudible.
The finger clipped to the pulse monitor twitched slightly.
Then, slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, her vision dim and unfocused at first. The steady beeping of the machines filled the room.
The woman, still crying, hastily wiped her face with the sleeve of her clothes before lifting her head. As her gaze shifted toward the bed, she froze.
Thailra's eyes—though dim and unfocused—were open.
Shock flooded her expression. She rose to her feet instantly and hurried closer, her heart pounding as she leaned over her daughter.
Thailra slowly turned her gaze toward her, confusion clouding her vision.
Who was she?
And why was she here?
A hospital, had she been in an accident?
Her thoughts struggled to piece themselves together. The last thing she remembered was being in her room—alone—before her body had suddenly been pulled into the book, The Tale of Ashkaroth.
Ashkaroth, she had been there. She had fought. She had survived. With the power of the silver stone, she had helped save that land.
So if it was over—If she had truly returned—Then why wasn't she back in her room? Why was she here, lying in a hospital bed instead?
Her brows furrowed slightly as unease crept into her chest, the question echoing louder in her mind with every passing second.
"Sweetheart… can you see me?" the woman asked, waving a trembling hand gently in front of Thailra's face.
Thailra's mind was still clouded, lost in fragments of memory, yet her eyes remained fixed on the woman before her.
The moment she realized this, the woman broke down completely. Tears streamed down her face as she rushed out of the room, calling for the doctor in a voice thick with emotion.
Left alone, Thailra slowly turned her gaze around the room, taking in her surroundings.
With effort, she lifted her hand slightly, studying the tubes attached to it. The sight felt distant… unfamiliar. After a moment, her strength gave way, and her hand fell back onto the bed.
Her eyes drifted, settling on the window.
She stared at it quietly—lost, searching, and filled with a silent, growing unease.
"Duncan…" she whispered, her voice trembling as tears filled her eyes, where could he be… now that everything had changed?
New York… once Ashkaroth.
If they had truly saved that land—if they had rewritten its fate—then the future would have changed as well. And this… this was that future.
Life had shifted.
The past had been altered—Ashkaroth's history reshaped into something better—and now this life, this reality, was changing with it.
But where was he?, where could she find him?Would she ever find him at all?Would they ever be together again in this life?
Was he still Carlos Rodriguez—the man she had known… the man she had loved? Or had he, too, been reborn into another life, another family—just as she had?
The questions overwhelmed her, she slowly shut her eyes, and silent tears slipped down her cheeks.
The door burst open as the doctor rushed in, followed closely by the woman.
"I think she doesn't recognize me, doctor," the woman cried, her voice breaking. "My own daughter… she didn't recognize me. If she truly doesn't remember me, then what am I living for? I might as well die… Please, she has to confirm it—I think my daughter has lost her memories of me."
Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, her emotions unraveling completely.
The doctor, however, remained composed. He stepped closer to Thailra's bed just as her eyes slowly fluttered open again.
"What number is this?" he asked calmly, raising two fingers in front of her.
Thailra stared at his hand for a moment, her gaze steady but distant. Then, slowly, she lifted her own hand and raised two fingers in response.
The doctor nodded slightly. Reaching forward, he switched off the oxygen machine and carefully removed the mask from her face.
Thailra inhaled deeply—once, then again—her chest rising and falling as she adjusted to breathing on her own.
"Now tell me," the doctor said gently. "Say it out loud." Behind him, Mrs. Kath continued to pace the ward, crying softly, her hands trembling.
Thailra's lips parted.
"…Two, doctor," she whispered, her voice faint but clear enough, the doctor gave a small nod of approval. The doctor studied her carefully, his expression thoughtful, analytical.
"Good," he said quietly. "That's a good sign."
He glanced briefly at Mrs. Kath before turning back to Thailra.
"Let's try something else," he continued, his tone calm and steady. "Can you tell me your name?"
Thailra hesitated, the question seemed simple… yet her mind flickered, shifting between two worlds—two lives. Her fingers tightened slightly against the bedsheet.
"…Thailra," she said at last, her voice still weak but certain. Mrs. Kath froze, the doctor's eyes narrowed slightly—not in alarm, but in observation.
"And your full name?" he pressed gently.
A pause, something felt… off, like the answer existed—but not the way it should.
"Thailra…" she began again, then faltered, her brows furrowed.
"…I…"The silence stretched.
Mrs. Kath's breath caught as she stepped closer. "Doctor…?" she whispered anxiously. The doctor raised a hand slightly, signaling her to wait.
"It's alright," he said to Thailra, his voice softer now. "Take your time." He leaned in just a little.
"Do you know who she is?" the doctor asked, nodding toward Mrs. Kath. Thailra slowly turned her head, her eyes meeting the woman's tear-filled gaze.
There was warmth there. Love.
Pain, too, something that should have felt familiar… but didn't. She knew the truth—this woman was her mother in this life. And if she said she didn't know her… it would shatter her completely.
So, gently, Thailra forced a soft smile.
"…Mother," she whispered. Mrs. Kath's eyes widened instantly, tears spilling over as relief crashed through her.
"Oh, my baby…" she cried, rushing to the bed.
She broke into uncontrollable sobs, cupping Thailra's face in her trembling hands, caressing her cheeks over and over as if afraid she might disappear again.
"My baby… my baby…" Mrs. Kath sobbed, her hands trembling as they moved gently across Thailra's face, brushing away stray strands of hair, as if memorizing every inch of her.
"I thought I lost you… I thought I'd never hear your voice again…" Her tears fell freely, landing on Thailra's skin.
Thailra didn't pull away.
She let her.
Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her hand and placed it over Mrs. Kath's. The gesture was soft… careful… almost unfamiliar.
"I'm here," she murmured, her voice quiet but steady.
Mrs. Kath cried even harder, leaning forward and resting her forehead against Thailra's hand, clutching it like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Behind them, the doctor watched silently, his expression thoughtful.
"She's responding well," he said after a moment. "There may be some confusion due to the trauma, but her cognitive responses are intact."
Mrs. Kath nodded quickly, though she barely seemed to hear him. Thailra's gaze drifted past her… toward the window again. The city stretched beyond it—alive, familiar, yet strangely distant.
New York.
Ashkaroth.
Two worlds… now somehow one. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the pendant resting against her chest. A faint flicker of silver light pulsed beneath her touch—so subtle it could have been imagined.
But she felt it, still there.
Still real.
Her heart stirred, Duncan…Was he here too?
Had he returned… like she had? Or was he lost between worlds—forgotten in a history that no longer existed?
Her chest tightened at the thought.
No.
She refused to believe that, if she had made it back…Then so had he.
"I need to leave," she said suddenly, her voice quiet—but firm.
Mrs. Kath pulled back slightly, startled. "Leave? No, sweetheart, you just woke up—"
"I have to find someone, Mum" Thailra insisted, her eyes now filled with urgency.The doctor stepped forward slightly.
"You're not in any condition to—"
"I'm fine," she cut in, her tone sharper than before.Her grip on the bedsheet tightened.
"I don't belong here," she whispered, almost to herself. "Not like this… not without him."
Mrs. Kath's expression shifted, confusion mixing with fear.
"Without who?" she asked softly, Thailra didn't answer immediately, her gaze hardened with quiet determination.
Mrs. Kath exchanged a glance with the doctor. He gave her a reassuring nod, and she nodded in return before turning back to her daughter.
"You will leave," Mrs. Kath said gently, her voice filled with warmth, "but only when you've fully recovered."She brushed a strand of hair away from Thailra's face.
"I've called your brother and your older sister. They'll be here shortly to keep you company while I go home to prepare your favorite meal."Her hand moved tenderly to Thailra's cheek.
"I love you so much… hold on to that, always. And if there's someone in your heart—this person you're thinking about—you can tell me when you're ready. Later, you'll tell me everything about him" Her voice softened even more.
"And we'll figure it out together… we'll find him. Okay?"
Thailra nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, as she tried to sit up, Mrs. Kath gently helped her, supporting her carefully on the bed.
But before she could say anything more—Thailra suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.
Mrs. Kath froze for a brief second… then held her just as tightly, tears falling as she embraced her daughter, they clung to each other, both crying—both holding on as if afraid to lose one another again.
Quietly, the doctor stepped out of the room, leaving them alone in their moment. Almost immediately, the door burst open.
A tall young woman in a suit rushed inside, breathing heavily. Her ponytail was disheveled, and she clutched her heels in one hand, as though she had run all the way there.
Mrs. Kath broke the embrace and turned—her face lighting up instantly.
"Alice…"
But Thailra had already seen her, and her eyes widened in shock.
Princess Cassandra…Of Ashkaroth, her heart skipped. So… this was her big sister in this life.
Alice broke into tears the moment their eyes met. She rushed forward without hesitation and pulled Thailra into a tight embrace—so tight that, for a moment, Thailra forgot how to breathe.
"I missed you so much, sis," Alice sobbed uncontrollably. "You've been asleep for a year… a whole year. I missed you so damn much."
Thailra froze.
A year…?Her mind reeled, she had been lying in this hospital bed… for a year?
But that didn't make sense, she felt no pain. No stiffness. No weakness of someone bedridden for so long. She could lift her hands without effort… speak without strain… and somehow, she knew she would be able to walk without even staggering.
Nothing added up.
Nothing felt normal.
Alice pulled back slightly, her hands still gripping Thailra's shoulders as if afraid to let go. She kissed her hair over and over again, her tears soaking into it, before finally breaking the embrace, Thailra stared at her—silent, shaken, and full of questions that only seemed to multiply.
Alice's grip loosened only slightly, but she still held Thailra like she was afraid the moment she let go, she would disappear again.
"You… you're really looking at me," Alice whispered, almost disbelieving. Her red-rimmed eyes searched Thailra's face. "Do you know how many times I stood here thinking you'd never wake up?"
Thailra didn't answer immediately,her gaze had drifted—not to Alice anymore—but past her, to the reflection in the glass wall beside the bed, for a brief second, she didn't see a hospital room.
She saw Ashkaroth.
Golden skies bleeding into black towers. The silver stone burning in her palm. And Duncan—standing at the edge of a collapsing throne room, calling her name.
Her breath hitched.
"…Duncan," she whispered again, barely audible.
Alice exchanged glances with her mother and Mrs Kath nodded, Alice turned back to Thailra and held her two hands.
"Do you still remember me? Can you recall our surnames?" Alice asked.
Thailra stared at her through tear-filled eyes and nodded repeatedly. Before she could speak, the door opened.
A tall figure stepped inside. All eyes turned toward the entrance as he walked in, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, dressed in a striking red suit.
Thailra's eyes widened in disbelief,standing there was Prince Dracula—Daniel Harrison.
Could this be the elder brother their mother had mentioned?
Hot tears welled up in her eyes.
"Did you remember him too?" Alice asked.
Thailra slowly rose to her feet and began to approach him. Her eyes grew watery, and as she drew closer, a thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead. Alice instinctively grasped Mrs. Kath's hand, squeezing it tightly.
Thailra lifted her hand and gently cupped his face, her fingers trembling. Tears slid down her cheeks as she looked at him.
"If you exist in this life," she whispered shakily, "then that means he still exists in this life too."
Her voice broke as she burst into tears and threw her arms around him, holding him tightly.
He hugged her back just as firmly.
Mrs. Kath let out a relieved sigh, while Alice watched the two of them in silence, her grip on her mother's hand slowly easing as she took in the moment.
"We missed you so much. Thank you for coming back to us, little rabbit," he muttered, pressing a gentle kiss into her hair.
Thailra continued to cry. Simply seeing him had filled her with a renewed sense of hope—hope that Duncan was out there somewhere. All she needed was patience. He would surely find her.
They would complete what they had left unfinished in Ashkaroth.
They would find each other again.
That much was certain.
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10AM, NEW YORK CITY, TWO YEARS LATER»
«HARRY ECO ENTERPRISE»
The office door opened gently, and the secretary instructed Thailra to enter. She nodded quietly and stepped inside, holding her files close to her chest.
Her hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, and she was dressed in a long, body-hugging gown paired with black heels.
The door clicked shut behind her, and she swallowed nervously as her gaze caught the faint smoke rising in the air.
The CEO sat with his back turned toward her in a swivel chair, smoking slowly and dangerously. One hand rested on the armrest, his wristwatch glinting under the dim office light.
She was here for an interview.
Thailra had been job hunting for some time now; she was no longer the eighteen-year-old high school student she once was. In this life, she was turning twenty-four this coming September.
From her mother, she had learned that she studied Business Administration at university and graduated with a second-class degree. Although she could not remember any of it, her certificate confirmed that she had indeed completed her studies.
She was slowly adjusting to this new life.
For the past two years, she had been searching for a job, but every company she applied to had turned her down. Still, she held on to hope that this one would be different—that this time, she would be accepted.
Thailra stood quietly just inside the office, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of her file. The faint scent of smoke lingered in the air, mixing with the cold, polished atmosphere of the room.
The CEO remained with his back turned to her, seated in his swivel chair.
The slow drag of his cigarette was the only sound breaking the silence, each exhale curling upward in thin, dangerous wisps beneath the dim light. His wristwatch caught the glow from the desk lamp, flashing briefly like a warning.
"Sit," he said at last.
His voice was calm—but firm.
Thailra hesitated for only a second before walking forward. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, each step echoing louder in her chest than in the room itself. She placed her file carefully on the desk but remained standing for a moment longer, unsure.
The chair finally turned.
And the air shifted.
The CEO's face came into view slowly, as though the moment itself was reluctant to reveal him.
His gaze was sharp—intense in a way that made the room feel smaller. He studied her in silence, his expression unreadable, cigarette still resting between his fingers.
Thailra felt her breath catch.
She quickly dismissed the thought, swallowing hard and lowering her eyes slightly in respect.
"I… I'm here for the interview, sir," she said softly, her voice steadying itself with effort.
A pause.
He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back slightly, still watching her as if he was trying to place something long buried in his memory.
Then, finally—"Tell me," he said quietly, "why should I hire you?"
Thailra straightened slightly at the question, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
She inhaled slowly.
"Because I know I have what it takes to work and operate computers, sir," she replied.
His lips curled into a dark smirk, and Thailra swallowed nervously.
Although he looked to be about forty years older than her, he suddenly stood up and placed both palms on the desk, leaning closer to her. Instinctively, she leaned back, creating distance between them.
"You're a beautiful girl," he said slowly. "And if you're desperate for this job, don't you think you should give me something you have… and then I'll give you what you're desperate for?"
He lifted his gaze slightly, his smirk deepening.
Thailra immediately stood up from the chair and stepped back.
A short, dark chuckle escaped him as he straightened his jacket, adjusting it with calm ease.
Thailra's chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to steady her breathing. Her fingers tightened around the file in her hands, knuckles turning pale.
"Sir," she said firmly, though her voice trembled slightly, "I think there is a misunderstanding."
The CEO tilted his head slightly, studying her reaction with quiet amusement.
"I am here for a job interview," she continued, gathering whatever courage she had left. "Not for anything else. If that is a condition for employment, then I will respectfully decline."
For a moment, silence filled the room.
The air felt heavier than before.
His expression didn't change immediately. Instead, he slowly walked around the desk again, each step deliberate, controlled. The faint sound of his shoes against the floor echoed in the tense space between them.
Then he stopped.
"You decline," he repeated softly, as if testing the words.
"Yes, sir," she answered, though her heart was pounding wildly. She took a step back, gripping her files tightly. He slid his hands into his pockets and stood directly in front of her. She instinctively took another step back.
Without warning, he grabbed her chin, lifting her face to draw her closer.
"Many girls fight for this attention, for this opportunity," he muttered. "And you dare to decline? What makes you think you'll leave this office without giving me what I asked for? I don't care if you decline or not—once I want something, I get it. And you'll do absolutely nothing about it."
Thailra yanked his hand off her chin and pushed him away roughly. He stumbled back, hitting the table behind him, his eyes wide in shock.
"Just as I thought," she said, her voice icy. "You've shown your true colors. Getting a job in this country is hard enough, even with a degree. Let alone from an old man like you. Touch me again, and I promise you, I'll call the cops. I made a mistake applying for an interview at your goddamn company. I don't need the job, and don't ever come close to me again, foolish man."
She jabbed her finger toward him, her anger seething.
He stood there, staring at her for a long moment, before letting out a short, dark chuckle.
She turned and walked toward the door, her hand reaching for the doorknob. As she pushed it open, the door slammed shut with a force that made her jump.
In an instant, he had closed the distance, grabbing her wrist roughly and pinning her to the door. She struggled against his grip, her heart racing, but he only chuckled, the sound low and mocking.
"You're not leaving just yet," he said, his voice cold.
Thailra's eyes flashed with determination. She refused to let fear take control.
"I told you, I always got what I want, I was so fucking hard looking for a wide hole to penetrate, and then you happens to walk right in time, and you think I'll let go of you just like that?" He laughed, beginning to unbuckle his trousers, but Thailra spat in his face.
He wiped it off with a mocking grin, and then the silver stone around her neck began to glow faintly.
A sudden burst of energy surged through her.
Without thinking, she drove her knee into his groin with all the force she could muster, forcing him to release her grip.
"AHHH!!" Harry shouted, clutching his stomach in pain. Thailra seized the opportunity, grabbing the door handle and sprinting out. Harry's teeth began to chatter as the pain gripped him, his hand pressed against the wall for support.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath.
He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his breath heavy with frustration.
"Find the woman in red and bring her back to this office in ten minutes!" he commanded.
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Outside the company, a black-tinted luxury car pulled into the garage, surrounded by over a hundred reporters who pushed and jostled to get closer.
In the back seat of the car sat a man dressed in a sleek black suit, his hair neatly styled and slicked back.
A silver necklace rested around his neck, a single earring adorned his left ear, and a golden watch gleamed on his right wrist.
He was absorbed in scrolling through his iPad, his expression unreadable, completely unfazed by the chaos outside.
His secretary, seated at the wheel, glanced at him through the rearview mirror before asking, "Sir, should we address the reporters, or should I take you through the back entrance?"
The man didn't immediately respond, his fingers tapping lightly on the iPad screen as he scanned through the documents.
The chaos outside grew louder as the reporters' voices became more frantic, but he remained unbothered.
After a moment, he lowered the iPad, his gaze still distant. "Take the back entrance. I have no time for them today."
The secretary quickly reversed the car, maneuvering it smoothly as the man's phone rang. He glanced at the screen — it was his mother. With a sigh, he picked it up, slipping in his earbuds and connecting the call.
"Mum, I'm not ready for that position yet," he said, his voice firm but tinged with frustration. "Harry is the first son. Don't you think it would be unfair to take the CEO position from him? You know how he can be. If I step into that role, it's like I'm undermining him, and I don't want to do that. I don't want him to resent me."
"You're not undermining him, son. We've always known that you were meant for this. You've worked hard, and your father and I have always believed in you. Harry is the eldest, yes, but this company needs someone who can take it to the next level, someone who has the vision. We need you now." His mum said.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to steady his racing thoughts.
"I understand, Mum. But I can't just take the position because you and Dad want me to. I don't want to be the one to push Harry out. He's always been there for me, and I don't want this to tear us apart."
His mother's voice grew a bit more pleading, her concern evident.
"I know you care about Harry, but you can't keep putting everyone else first. You've sacrificed enough for this family, for this company. If you don't take the reins now, it will pass you by. The company needs someone who can lead with strength and vision. You're that person. Don't you see that?"
He paused, letting her words sink in, but the weight of the decision still felt overwhelming.
"But Harry's been waiting for this, Mum. He's the one who's been groomed for this position his entire life. If I step in now, I feel like I'll be taking that dream away from him."
A deep sigh echoed through the line, followed by his mother's quiet response.
"I know, darling. But you don't have to take everything on your shoulders alone. You and Harry can run this together. You don't have to be the sole decision-maker. You've always been a team, and this could be your chance to show that the company can thrive with both of you in charge."
He chewed on her words for a moment, his gaze drifting out the window.
"I'll think about it. But I need to talk to Dad first. I need him to understand where I'm coming from."
"Just promise me, you'll take the time to consider it carefully," his mother said gently. "We all want what's best for the company... and for you, son. You've been carrying this burden for so long, and now it's your time. Don't let fear stop you."
He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of her words but also his own conflicting emotions.
"I promise I'll think about it, Mum. I'll talk to Dad. But this decision... it's not as simple as just taking the title. It's about what's best for everyone."
"Thank you," she said softly. "And just know that no matter what you decide, your father and I are proud of you."
He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "I know, Mum. I'll figure it out."
He ended the call and the car came to a smooth stop at the back entrance parking lot. Shifting his gaze toward the window, he took a moment to compose himself before stepping out.
His secretary quickly opened the door for him, and he adjusted his jacket as he exited.
With his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he started walking toward the building, his steps purposeful and measured, while his secretary followed closely behind.
As they made their way through the lot, employees greeted him respectfully as they passed. He nodded politely, but his focus remained ahead.
When he reached the entrance, he stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him with a soft chime.
Meanwhile, Thailra was still trying to find her way out of the company.
She couldn't believe she had ended up here. Why had she even applied for an interview at this goddamn company? How had her finger accidentally clicked the "apply" button on her laptop?
Everything felt like a series of missteps, and now she was tangled in a mess she couldn't escape.
The security guards were surely on the lookout for her by now. CCTV cameras were everywhere, their lenses following her every move.
She knew she was being monitored, and it was only a matter of time before they caught up with her.
"There she is! Get her!" a voice shouted from behind, and Thailra's eyes widened as she saw more than twenty security guards charging toward her.
Panic surged through her, and she sprinted forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her chest rose and fell with each frantic step as she glanced over her shoulder, seeing the guards closing in.
Just as she dared to look ahead, her legs caught on something, and she stumbled, falling hard onto the pavement.
The silver stone pendant slipped from her neck, spinning through the air and landing at the feet of a tall figure.
Thailra groaned in pain, her body aching from the fall, but she forced herself to crawl toward the pendant, blood trickling down her forehead from the impact.
The figure squatted down and picked up the silver stone, his movements deliberate. Thailra's eyes slowly lifted to meet his, her heart hammering in her chest.
As their gazes locked, her breath caught in her throat.
Her pulse quickened, her mind struggling to make sense of what she was seeing. He stood there, staring at her with a look of disbelief in his own eyes.
His breath came in heavy, ragged gasps as veins slowly spread across his skin, almost glowing in the dim light.
Then, finally, he shifted his gaze back to her, and his eyes widened in recognition.
Duncan Tharagon. Or perhaps Carlos Rodriguez. But in this life, he answered to the name Dylan.
Thailra's eyes filled with tears, her body frozen in shock. It couldn't be him. Maybe she was hallucinating, caught in some dream-like trance.
Dylan stared back at her, equally speechless. Then, in a moment of shared emotion, tears slid down both of their cheeks, the silence between them deafening.
"Thailra..." he whispered, and more tears spilled from her eyes as she heard her name.
"Duncan..." she whispered back, her voice trembling. At the same time, they both stood up and rushed toward each other.
Thailra leaped into his arms, wrapping herself around him tightly, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. He held her just as fiercely, burying his face into her neck, both of them crying together.
The security guards froze in their tracks, exchanging confused glances, unsure of what to do.
His secretary, who had been standing off to the side, stepped back, still visibly puzzled. She had seen him with a woman before, but never like this.
The rumors about him had circulated for months, some even speculating that he was gay.
Now, seeing him embrace her so openly, she couldn't help but wonder — was this the woman he had been waiting for all this time?
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, twenty minutes of pure emotion, crying each other's tears, before they finally pulled away from the embrace.
Duncan gently palmed her face, his fingers trembling as he touched her, as if trying to confirm that she was really there.
"I miss you," he whispered through his tears. "I miss you so much. I waited for you, Thailra. I really waited for you. For two years, I searched everywhere, all over the States, for you. And now you're back... you're back to me. Back again, Thailra, back to me. And this time, no villain will stop us. I love you so much, Thailra. I love you so much. I want you back in my life, permanently. Let's get married. I want us to live our lives together—just the two of us. Please."
His words hit her like a wave, and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in as her lips met his in a desperate, passionate kiss.
He instantly reciprocated, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together as they tasted each other's salty tears.
Behind them, the security guards and the secretary exchanged awkward glances, slowly turning away.
One by one, they began to leave, giving the couple space to share this moment.
In that instant, in this life, they had found each other again. And they knew—no matter what came their way—they would face it together, just like they did in Ashkaroth.
If another Iskaria or Alaric came for them again in this life, just like they did before, their enemies would suffer for it. Together, they would conquer whatever challenges fate threw at them.
Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw the scene unfolding in front of him.
His eyes widened in shock, and slowly, he lowered his phone from his ear. His mind raced, struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing.
He wanted to rape his brother's girlfriend, what the heck? He couldn't believe it, his grip tightened on the phone as he brushed his hair backwards, ranking it roughly nearly punching the wall beside him.
He's actually a sex addict and just a minute ago he nearly fuck his brother's girlfriend.
"Shit..Dammnit!"
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«EPILOGUE»
«SIX MONTHS LATER, ST RITA'S CATHOLIC—CHURCH»
The long-awaited day had finally arrived—Duncan and Thailra's wedding day.
Inside the church, guests filled every pew, their anticipation humming in the air.
Duncan stood beside the priest, impeccably dressed in a tailored black and white suit, his hair swept back with effortless elegance and a single earring glinting from his left ear.
His best men, Harry and Michael—Thailra's brother—mirrored his attire. Nearby, Harry leaned toward Michael, whispering something that made him chuckle as he gave Duncan's shoulder a playful tug.
Mrs. Kath and her daughter, Alice, were both dressed exquisitely, their faces lit up with wide, joyful smiles as they awaited their beloved daughter and sister.
Mrs. Victoria, Duncan's mother in this life, and Mr. Bennett, his father, were impeccably attired in expensive, tailored clothes.
Mrs. Victoria wore a gentle, proud smile, delighted that, after more than six years, one of her sons was finally getting married.
Truly, it was a moment worthy of celebration.
Finally, Thailra stepped into the hall, her white gown pooling gracefully around her, a delicate veil covering her face, and her hands clutching a bouquet of flowers. A radiant smile shone beneath the veil.
"Oh my God, that's my sister right there!" Alice screamed, her voice bursting with excitement as she set off foam shooters in celebration.
Mrs. Kath blew air kisses toward her daughter, and Thailra smiled, waving gently in return as she began her walk down the aisle.
In another life, her father had borrowed money and vanished when he could not repay it. In this life, he was absent once more, having died years ago in an accident—one that Thailra had narrowly survived.
Harry leaned toward Michael, a mischievous grin on his face. "You ready for this?"
Michael's eyes widened as he caught sight of Thailra entering the hall. "Oh… oh wow—Harry, that's my sister right there!" he burst out, unable to contain his excitement.
Harry laughed softly, shaking his head. "Calm down, man. Save some composure for the ceremony."
Michael gave a sheepish grin, still awestruck. "Composure? Look at her… she's stunning.
Harry suddenly leaned closer to Michael, eyes wide with excitement. "And I haven't even seen my girlfriend yet, shit!" he blurted out.
Michael laughed, shaking his head. "Man, you really can't sit still, can you?"
"I mean it!" Harry insisted, scanning the crowd. "I'm dying to see her walking down that aisle!"
Michael grinned, nudging him. "Patience, bro. All in good time. Focus on your best man duties first."
Harry huffed dramatically but couldn't hide his anticipation, eyes still searching the hall.
Duncan's lips curled into a gentle smile as he watched the angel approaching, his eyes fixed on her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world—and indeed, she was.
As she walked down the aisle, flowers rained softly around her. When she reached him, the priest began the vows. After they exchanged their promises, the priest declared,
"You may now kiss the bride."
Duncan lifted her veil with tender hands, revealing her radiant face. She smiled widely, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest as their lips met.
"As ever, you look beautiful, Little Moon," he said, smiling warmly. Mrs. Kath wiped away her tears, and Alice quickly offered her a tissue, which she gratefully accepted, dabbing at her eyes.
Mrs. Victoria rested her head on her husband's shoulder, watching the newlyweds with quiet pride.
"And you look very handsome, Mr. Eclipse," Thailra murmured.
Without hesitation, Duncan leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her closer.
She responded instantly, her hands threading through his hair and around his neck, and for a moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had vanished, leaving only the intensity of their embrace.
"Happy married life, bro! Wishing you more… sex and thousands of kids!" Harry shouted, making Michael chuckle as he tugged his hands into his pockets, both watching the couple with amusement.
Mrs. Kath broke into tears, and Alice wrapped her tightly in a warm embrace. Mrs. Victoria and her husband approached, joining the family hug, their hearts overflowing with joy at seeing their children so happy.
Breaking the kiss, Duncan gazed deeply into Thailra's eyes.
"I love you, Thailra. I swear it with my life," he whispered.
Before she could reply, he pressed his lips to hers again, the kiss hotter and more fervent than the first, leaving them both breathless in the bliss of the moment.
She was truly married—to the famous Demon Prince of Ashkaroth, Duncan Tharagon.
In Ashkaroth, they had never made it to this moment, never walked down the aisle together. But in this life, here she was, bound to the love of her life.
Duncan Tharagon, the Demon Prince of Ashkaroth, was hers.
She was his wife now—the newest couple in town, their dream finally realized. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pressed herself against him, their kiss burning with the same maddening, uncontainable energy as before, a perfect celebration of their long-awaited love.
They lived happily ever after.
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THE END. 💋💋🔥
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